hello. and. don't really know what to say, you know? hit the wall again. the phone hung up. 'to know thyself is to forget thyself,' i don't think i will survive growing old. i have done all the right things and all the right wrong things, and i feel like i will enter into the next chapter with a chip. tough to swallow- tears, they don't stop coming. and telling myself its just chemical is not solving the problem. she ate a lot of aspirin and she died. and they all smoked. and genes. i think i need time underwater.